I thrift, therefore I am
"When I was younger", my mum told me recently, "there were no charity shops nearby and yard sales did not exist. It was a shame because I did not have much money and I would have loved searching for nice second-hand clothes."
In our garden we have several ways to get rid of our garden and general waste. There are two large bins: one is for rubbish which we can’t get rid of ourselves; small bits of cooked food, although we don’t waste much, and the rest is mostly plastic: All that extra packaging which is considered necessary by manufacturers, but which we used to manage without. You know the kind, it takes special tools just to open a packet of biscuits these days. We bought some new tree loppers, and had to use the old loppers to open the packet that the new loppers came in. It was almost as if someone was playing a cruel trick.
There is another bin for green waste. We use that rarely as most things will compost eventually, even what are thought of as toxic weeds; thistles and dandelions, if I can catch them before they seed in they go. It was full this week as we had a tree hit by such strong winds that three branches came off and needed getting rid of.
I haven’t won the lottery – again.